Stepping over the fallen totems, a being who was neither man nor god stared toward a galaxy not too far from Kanaria. Clutching a pendulum, he turned his gaze to a winged beast that stood behind him. “It’s okay, Pegasus,” he whispered and placed a hand on the winged-horse’s mane, the beast’s wings flapping erratically. “I’ll be back soon.” Pegasus reared back, releasing a high pitch snarl. “Please don’t go,” she whined. “The darkness will corrupt you.” “Let him go, Pegasus,”

ABOVE THE BLUE SEA, birds flew in flock. An abnormally tall man with a black hooded trench coat walked out of a fog of shadows, staring up at the cloudy sky. Looking around at what used to be a city called Miami in South Florida, he surveyed the marshes that conquered the area. The drowned city of ghosts had only a few thousand residents who were too stubborn to move. He turned and saw an elderly man fishing off the coast. The frail fisherman noticed the man staring at him i

ON A SATURDAY MORNING, many people slept comfortably in warm homes, while others shivered from the cold front that tormented the state. The normal array of signs supporting the rights of fae was put on hold, for the people who waved them were mourning the death of a man named Simon Coy. As Novus Episcopal Church held a packed funeral for Simon, most of the city wept for what they feared was to come. Tragedy often sparked unrest, and those who opposed mixing with the fae had a